Dowd on the Dirty Deed

I love it when Maureen Dowd gets hold of a good sex scandal and roughs the rogue up with her racy rants:

Your Tweetin’ Heart

Tweetin’ ain’t cheatin’.

In his sensationally surreal apologia, a weepy Anthony Weiner had only one thing to brag about: “I’ve never had sex outside my marriage.”

No congress for the congressman. In the new, mega-political Internet sex scandal, the 46-year-old New Yorker downplayed his phone sex and salacious sexting with female strangers as “you know, almost a frivolous exchange among friends.”

Scrabble is a frivolous exchange among friends. Taking a picture of your deal, as David Letterman dubbed it, and blasting it into hyperspace to women you’ve never met is, you know, something more creepy and compulsive.

Go read the rest of her NY Times op-ed on Weiner's wiener.

I find it funny when Dowd takes on the "world weary" viewpoint:

In five decades, we’ve moved from the pre-feminist mantra about the sexual peccadilloes of married men — Boys will be boys — to post-feminist resignation: Men are dogs. And there’s no point in feminists wasting their ire at women being objectified because many women these days seem all too ready to play along.

We’ve traded places with France. There, after D.S.K., a spirited feminism has blossomed, an urge to stop covering up seamy incidents of droit du seigneur. Now we’re the world-weary ones, with little energy to try to reform relations between the sexes: Is there any point, really, in trying to fix men?

She's so much better than this. I love her when she gets into a hissy fit and takes the boys down. This new Dowd filled with a jaded acceptance just isn't as fulfilling as the old outraged in-your-face Dowd.

In this article Dowd has let her rant run down into a meow...

In her book, Elizabeth Edwards wrote that she would have bet her big house that her husband would not fall for a cheesy line like the one Rielle Hunter tossed at him: “You are so hot.”

But clichés work. As Weiner wrote to Weiss: “What are you wearing?”

I want the fire back. I want Dowd to come out with all her lively lexicographic girlish rage and gut Weiner. Flay him for his failings. Sadly, in this article she waxed world weary. Oh well.